A/N: Shoutout to my viewer in Guam. Your country may be tiny, but you're awesome. :D.
It took a week to get to Boston. Once there, I didn't know where to go. Connor never told me which way the manor was. I wasn't going to assume where it was, because what if I was wrong? I hung around at an inn until I saw him again, which took a month.
There he stood, at the door of the Green Dragon Tavern. I sat at the bar, scars still on my wrists from the ropes. I traced them with a finger, looking away from Connor. I was sure he didn't recognize me, but I wasn't in the mood to take the chance. I'm not worthy of seeing him.
He approached the bar and sat down next to me, ordering a drink from the bartender. I glanced over at him for a second. He was glaring at me. "Do I know you from somewhere? You look oddly familiar," he said, his voice a bit harsher than the last time I heard it.
I was silent for a few seconds, thinking of how to word my answer. "Yes, actually," I said, showing him the scars on my wrists, as if he would remember. "You're that girl from New York, aren't you?" I nodded. "I didn't catch your name." "Magaska," I said softly. I rarely say my own name; I've never really liked the way it sounded. "Mag works fine," I added.
"Magaska," Connor repeated, correctly, to my surprise. "I've never heard that name before. You're not from around here, are you?" he asked, his eyes locked on mine. "I'm from a village northwest of here, by a lake. It burnt down when I was 13. That's when I went to New York."
I sighed. "Then the Redcoats got me, thought a savage like me didn't belong in their city. They were going to execute me." I looked over at him and smiled. "That's when you showed up. You saved my life, Connor." He returned my smile, but it soon fell from his face.
"Do you have a place to stay around here?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow slightly. "No. I've been on the streets since I got here, avoiding the Redcoats as much as I can."
"My offer still stands, if you're sick of sleeping in the streets. My manor isn't too far from here," he said and took a swig of the drink the bartender sat in front of him. "Actually, that's why I'm here in Boston," I said, "I wasn't sure where it was, so I stuck around, just in case you were traveling through here anytime soon. And here you are."
"You can come with me; I was actually heading that way today," Connor declared, finishing his drink. He stood from his stool and stretched. He walked to the door, and I followed him closely.
A/N: I'm so sorry that it's short. Chapter 3 is a lot longer, and it will be up on Friday (11-30-12)!